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No. 4 overall then, Suitcase Hall of Fame now

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By Steve Doerschuk

My big brother’s prize for “best costume” at a long-ago downtown Canton Halloween party was a white football signed by the 1964 Browns. He gave it to me a few years ago. The Browns have masqueraded as an NFL team for too many of the years since we
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My big brother’s prize for “best costume” at a long-ago downtown Canton Halloween party was a white football signed by the 1964 Browns. He gave it to me a few years ago. The Browns have masqueraded as an NFL team for too many of the years since we played tackle football in our yard on Sherman Church Road. I have no plans to punt that ball, though.

Arrington soon became too full of himself, hid behind an annoying agent, and hit the injury skids after four seasons.

Brown was a nice man uncomfortable in the bright lights and unable to stay on the field.

That was the year, you may recall (or not, if you are younger than your late 20s) when flamboyant Florida State receiver Peter Warrick came to Berea for a pre-draft visit relative to the Browns’ No. 1 pick.

Warrick was Johnny Manziel, split wide, too amazing to worry about his height. Warrick measured 5-foot-10 5/8 at the Combine. Yet, Mel was buying the swamp land, just like almost everyone else.

Mel rated Warrick a 9.6 on a scale of 10, mock drafted him to the Bengals at No. 4 overall, and unfortunately for Cincinnati, got that projection right.

Warrick is a candidate for the Suitcase Hall of Fame, having made stops with the Las Vegas Gladiators, Montreal Alouettes, Bloomington Extreme and Cincinnati Commandos, but there is no room for him in Canton.

This isn’t to say Manziel, a different short guy at a different position, can’t play. It’s ... just saying.